Summary: In which, Draco is drunk because Harry ignores him

Warnings: none

Note: aha, this isn't great…hopefully my writing improves in this year long journey

January 1st

"Happy New Year!" The words echoed in Draco's head as he stumbled out of the Gryffindor common room.

The eighth years had thrown a party, with permission from Mcgonagall, to celebrate the last New Year together.

For Draco, it had been filled with many drinks and an emptiness.

Since the war, everyday had been filled with an emptiness. He had almost not returned to Hogwarts but after a certain boy who lived spoke on behalf of his family, preventing them from rotting in Azkaban, he decided he should make the best of his freedom. Everything had been going well, he and Harry had actually became somewhat unlikely friends.

This night, however, had been filled with a particular emptiness because he was forced to watch Harry Potter laughing with all his friends and deliberately Not Talking to him.

Draco doesn't know what he did to make the saviour of the wizarding world ignore him like that but it stung and therefore was followed by many, many drinks.

As he drunkenly reflected on his night he attempted to make it back to the Slytherin common room.

...

Back in the Gryffindor common room, Harry began to get worried. He hadn't seen Draco for a while. After many minutes of debating whether or not to look for the other boy he decided that it was probably wise. He noticed he had been drinking quite a bit.

As he left the common room, ignoring the protests of his friends, he began thinking about Draco. There was no doubt in his mind that the excessive drinking was due to him. He hadn't meant for it to be like this but he knew that if he spent time with the Slytherin while intoxicated he would do something he would regret.

Now, as he reached the Slytherin common room to find it pretty much empty, this didn't seem important. Who cares if he did something, at least then he knew he'd be safe. Even if it ended in being decked and losing him as a friend.

...

Well, fuck. Draco Malfoy was lost. Well not technically lost because he knew where he was, he just couldn't remember how to get to the dungeons from the great hall. He hesitantly walked inside and sat at one of the four tables.

As he was slowly drifting out of consciousness, the giant doors slammed open. Standing in them was a very out of breathe Harry Potter.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He demanded.

"m'lost" Draco slurred in reply.

"You're an idiot." Harry said as he walked over to the other boy and helped him to his feet and out the door.

A few minutes later they approached the Gryffindor dorms and Harry sat Draco down on his bed. He then produced a glass of water and handed it to the very drunk Slytherin.

"What'rewe doin in herre?" Draco muttered, confused.

"It was closer." Replied Harry as he changed out of his robes and into pyjamas. Draco flushed slightly but still had the decency to turn away. "U-um would it be ok with you if you just stayed in here tonight? I can uh sleep on the floor if you'd like. I don't really fancy dragging you down to the dungeons." Harry mumbled, face reddening.

"ok, but you don't have to sleep on the floor." Draco replied somewhat coherently, the effects of alcohol wearing off slightly.

Harry climbed into bed next to Draco and in a manner of minutes both boys were sleeping peacefully.

...

A few hours later, Draco woke up with a pounding headache. He slowly opened his eyes only to realize he was not in his own bed. The figure next to him stirred in his sleep and slowly opened his eyes.

"Wha-" Draco started but was quickly cut-off.

"I was too tired to bring you to your own room, nothing happened." Harry said quickly.

"Oh, okay." Draco responded almost sadly, drinking a hangover potion Harry had given him. It was then that Harry remembered ignoring him.

"Look, I'm sorry about last night…it's just-" Harry paused, was he really about to confess? "I thought if I was near you while drunk I wouldn't be able to…control myself." Draco's eyes widened at this. "Draco listen, for these past couple months of school I have sort of developed feelings for yo-" he was cut off by a pair of lips on his own.

The kiss tasted of alcohol and hangover potion, but it was a kiss nonetheless. As the boys parted, in need of air, Draco uttered but two words, "Me too."

And though there were still a lot of questions yet to be asked, both Harry and Draco knew, the year lying ahead of them would be a good one.